Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Organ,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.